Chapter 528

Chapter 528:

He’d long suspected that Wesley was Truett’s father.

But now, with Wesley on the verge of marrying someone else, the thought terrified him. If Gabriela revealed Truett’s identity, the Moss family could swoop in and take the child, leaving her with nothing. He had seen things like that happen too many times before.

He feared that, in the end, Gabriela might lose Truett and still never have Wesley.

“Gabriela, don’t,” Farley said, his voice low and urgent. “Don’t do anything rash. You know how people like them operate p>

In families like theirs, children were often kept, and mothers discarded like yesterday’s news.

Gabriela’s grip tightened around the phone, but her expression smoothed into something calm, almost cold. “Relax. I know what I’m doing p>

She dialed Wesley’s number. No answer.

Then she tried again.

This time, the line connected, but there was only silence.

Tentatively, she spoke. “Mr. Moss p>

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“Wesley’s in the shower,” said Rebecca. “Did you need something from him p>

Gabriela froze. “Rebecca p>

“It’s me.” Rebecca’s tone sharpened, edged with impatience. “If you have something to say, say it now. Soon, neither Wesley nor I will be picking up your calls. You’ve been in a relationship before, haven’t you? You should know that couples don’t appreciate interruptions during intimate moments p>

The smug lilt in her voice only deepened. “He’s in a good mood tonight,” Rebecca added almost breezily. “Might keep me busy until late p>

Gabriela’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles whitened.

Memories from the past overwhelmed her.

Back then, he’d left her so spent it took a day before she could steady herself again.

She knew all too well how intense Wesley could be. The way he’d pull her close, kiss her senseless, whisper her name in that deep, roughened voice.

His cold, distant exterior melted away behind closed doors, replaced by a heat that consumed her whole.

The thought of him like that with someone else was unbearable.

Without another word, Gabriela ended the call, her chest aching with a hollow, suffocating weight.

The call ended, and Rebecca set her phone aside, an indifferent smile tugging at her lips.

Just then, Wesley stepped out of the bathroom.

Steam lingered in the air, but he was already in formal attire, his expression unreadable and icy.

“Shower finished, Wesley?” Rebecca asked lightly, her tone almost apologetic. “About earlier… I’m sorry. Didn’t mean for that to happen p>

She’d brought soup prepared by her family’s chef, then, with perfect timing, “accidentally” spilled it on him.

Wesley gave her only a cursory glance. “It’s fine,” he replied, his voice cool and measured, bending to retrieve his phone. “It’s late. You should go home p>

Rebecca softened her tone. “Alright.” Then, with casual precision, she added, “Gabriela called just now. I answered for you. Didn’t catch what she wanted. Maybe you should return her call p>

Wesley paused, still and deliberate, as if weighing whether it even mattered.

After a beat, he said, “No need p>

Rebecca’s lips curved in quiet satisfaction. She turned and left the condo.